AMARA’S POV
I woke up in the hospital two days later, and the first thing I felt was sharp, stabbing pain straight through my side the moment I tried to breathe. It forced a shaky gasp out of me. The room felt too bright, too white. Everything looked like it had been bleached clean, from the walls to the sheets to the stupid plastic chair by the window. Even the air smelled of drugs and chemicals.
My head throbbed, a heavy, dragging kind of ache that made it hard to think. I blinked, trying to pull my thoughts together, but they scattered instantly. Nothing made sense.
A doctor stood beside me, flipping through a chart. He didn’t even look at me when he said, “You’re lucky. Looks like a wild animal attack… maybe a wolf. The wound was deep, but we stitched it and stopped the bleeding. Yo
